Another Sunday in Europe and here are flower stamps from Finland and Germany:
Forgive me if I ain't sharing info about these stamps. I am sharing a story about a love affair with a flower vendor instead...
...I go to the Pike Place Market in Seattle almost every Saturday morning to shop and carry on a love affair.
For several years I've bought flowers from a youngish woman who is a refugee from one of the hill tribes of Indo-China. For one thing, she has the freshest and most beautiful flowers. For another, she is a fresh and beautiful flower herself. I don't know her name, nor she mine.We won't speak the same language. To her, I must be just another customer.
She is spring to me. She's there with pussywillows, daffodils, and then irises. She's summer, with roses and sunflowers. She's fall, with dahlias and chrysanthemums. As the growing season comes to an end, she brings stems of fall leaves to sell, and then it's over. In winter, I miss her.
...I always insist she keep the change and she always insists on giving me an extra flower.
Once I tried to buy all her flowers at once, but she just shook her head. "No." I don't know why. Maybe she, too, is in love with someone and wants to be there to sell him flowers when he comes.
- an excerpt from Robert Fulghum's True Love, a collection of short love stories